Don't mind Inigo here. He's using the precious time he has where he doesn't have to say anything since Tidus is talking to quickly inhale a breath and try to calm down his heart before things get too weird.

It's a decently succesful attempt. The colour left on his cheeks seems more appropriate for warmth caused by the fire next to them rather than true fluster by the time he speaks up again.

"Ah.. I'm not too picky." Look, even if Tidus is treating him all princely, Inigo has never been a very arrogant or difficult prince. This is just him. "Perhaps some wine? Or mead? They ought to have either of those here, right?"

Especially since this place reminds him a fair bit of Ylisse.

"Or beer, if there's nothing else."